I reread (or thought I was rereading) all the Anne books after my first daughter was born. Nursing my baby in the night with Anne on a backlit Kindle... It was a beautiful, outside of time feeling.
But, it turned out, I had not read Anne's House of Dreams before!
I said, Anne's expecting! Just like me! And then, oh, how I wept.
I remember sitting in my bedroom as a child crying and my dad came in concerned, asking what was wrong. “W-Walter died”!😭😭😭 It was so so sad. My dad was a little confused I think! Such beautiful books. Thanks for sharing of your own griefs through them Beccy💛
I reread (or thought I was rereading) all the Anne books after my first daughter was born. Nursing my baby in the night with Anne on a backlit Kindle... It was a beautiful, outside of time feeling.
But, it turned out, I had not read Anne's House of Dreams before!
I said, Anne's expecting! Just like me! And then, oh, how I wept.
What a perfect way to sum up being a mother: Motherhood was very sweet...but very terrible.
Great piece on Anne, and love, and loss.
I remember sitting in my bedroom as a child crying and my dad came in concerned, asking what was wrong. “W-Walter died”!😭😭😭 It was so so sad. My dad was a little confused I think! Such beautiful books. Thanks for sharing of your own griefs through them Beccy💛
Loved this post. Made me want to to back and reread the series!